• I officially started to worry. What if she was doing some kind of English drug that made her hallucinate? Or maybe was it alcohol? Could something like that affect her? That would explain the “telling-me-exactly-where-she’s-at-thing” What if some guy, gave them to her? What if she was with some guy? Mental Pictures of Nessie’s back against a wall. While some guy buried his face in the crook of her neck (she of course was smiling in pleasure) flew into my mental picture. But these unwelcome thoughts were banished by a new horror. What would Bella say if I brought back her daughter hooked on drugs and already de-virgin-a-tized? I shuddered at the thought.
    “Oh s**t.” I said one of the flight attendants looked at me.
    “Sir I ask that you mind you language on the flight” she said. I could hear the wheels stop though and I knew the flight was over.
    “Sure… I’ll remember that on the trip back” I said getting out of my seat as the plane door opened for the FEW passengers to leave. I turned to the attendant stare at me confused. When she realized I was looking at her she turned up her nose and walked away. Snobby flight attendants. Maybe it was good I didn’t ask the blonde to join me in the mile-high club. She would have followed me like a love-sick puppy. I exited with the small group of passengers. When I got to the terminal I was surprised by all the people leaving London. I pushed my way through the mob and found my way to the airport exit with minor injuries. I walked out into the bright morning sun. (Which had not appeared yet.) I looked around me. It was dark. WTF? I looked to the side there was a lady walking my way.
    “WHY THE HELL IS IT DARK?” I Asked her. She looked up surprised, confusion spread over her face. Then she cracked up
    “We got uh funny one here! Just mind yourself and don’t get into trouble.” She told me in a rough British accent. “Oh and another thing, Why do people keep asking me that?” She smiled I shrugged and she shrugged with me. She looked down the street behind me.
    “So where ya headin?” I asked her.
    “Oh King’s Cross train station…” she shuffled her feet. I slapped my forehead.
    “NO WAY IM GOING THERE TO!” I said excited.
    “REALLY?” She asked. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you there before…” She added. Must be a social place I thought. (Oh God)
    “Oh well yah… well…you see…It's my first time there… Maybe we could walk together or something?” I asked sheepishly she smiled.
    “SURE why not.” She said grabbing my arm. Come on we better hurry or we might miss our train. I was confused now.
    “Oh wouldn’t want to do that.” I said sheepishly, then chuckled trying to hide my confusion. She looked back at me.
    “You scared?” She said giggling
    “Huh?” I asked
    “Never mind.” She said giggling.